Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
The Gories,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.